DRIFTERS' COLLECTIVE

ALTERNATIVE HIP HOP BAND

NEW BLUES

His mind was always awake and taking part
but his will and his thoughts only shaped in the dark
shy to the unknown afraid of change
seems there's always a way to have himself to blame
but he was curious, with innocence of a child
confined by shy nature, but jealous of the wild
too exposed with no protective exterior
approached every stranger as an inferior
But curiosity grew with his age
still never made any real mark on the page

led astray by mislead views and abuse
but finally gathering the strength to refuse
his own thoughts, so he abandoned formalities
questioned the saneness of his own sanity
cuz he strongly despised the idea
of only living life through lies and fantasy

 

waiting for tomorrow, but it never shows
where will I go, where will I go
waiting for tomorrow, for the wind that never blows
where will I go, where will I go
 

So he changed his thoughts and perspective
his soul too hungry for his mind to neglect it
quickly learned to confront that inner voice
and found a sense of pride in the uninformed choice
mastered the art of a loss of control
and faced his nature through vast amounts of alcohol
too keen to dive blindly into ecstasy
confusing the appeal with the state of being free
open heartedly praising the rebel

while stuck in a craze for the haze of revel
he wanted to attain all the qualities he lacked
and his mind was set in stone, he was never going back
and so the mist would becoming his retreat
caught in an endless feast of bittersweet
escaping himself to find that piece of mind
but to his own salvation he remained blind
 

waiting for tomorrow, but it never shows
where will I go, where will I go
waiting for tomorrow, for the wind that never blows
where will I go, where will I go
 

He refused to hear any advice passed down
he frowned and embraced the role of class clown
astounded he found he’d fake being profound
figured in a shell he’d be safe and sound
cuz he was sick and tired of being pushed around
when a number voices were to shush him down
he became loud and sought fame and renown
renounced all shame for a claim to the crown
yeah, ever the rebel, he abhorred authority
and only felt scorn for any sort of conformity
yet he found that he was morally bound
to fight back the darkness at the edge of town
preaching to deaf ears to change his habits
still he remained manic, hit the state of panic
inside his own mind, the devil was shaped

he was caught in a loop from which he never escaped
 

waiting for tomorrow, but it never shows
where will I go, where will I go
waiting for tomorrow, for the wind that never blows
where will I go, where will I go
 

waiting for tomorrow, but it never shows
where will I go, where will I go
waiting for tomorrow, for the wind that never blows
where will I go, where will I go